I’m traveling tonight from Tucson, Arizona to Albany, New York. During my 3-hour layover in Chicago, I passed the time by writing a song parody, to be sung to the tune of “Chicago” by Fred Fisher:
Chicago, Chicago
I’m charging my phone,
chrome table, I’m able
to sit here alone
On my way to New York, I plunge a fork into
salad, raw salad,
waiting for connections is just the time to
write ballads, (like this one)!
I’ll soon board
and move toward
that row in the back,
grab aisle seat, throw luggage on the rack
(packed)
settle in now, sit back, close my eyes
soon I will fly in the friendly skies of
Chicago, Chicago and then New York!
(Below: Tucson International Airport, Chicago O’Hare Airport)
Here’s the original version of the song:
loristory 